My schooldays

Pens in hand
Put down the rubber bands
Pay attention to the books on the table
Not Justin Bieber
When teacher is talking
We are chatting
When teacher is teaching
We are sleeping
We hate teachers' nags
As much as we hate it when the computer lags
We say that teachers are lame
And call them names

But think
Time flies in a blink
When we grow up
We would miss the teachers' punishes
When our childishness vanish
We would always remember the days spent with friends
Rather than spending time with clients

We hope school days pass quickly
And we could go to work happily
But we all will definetely miss our fanciful school days
Rather than the bills we need to pay
We want to grow up
But adults want to turn back into a growing cub
Back to those fabulous school days spent in fun activities
Walking briskly after school toward KTVs

Those crushes we had
Those jokes we shared
Those games we played
Those books we read
Those teachers we had
Those names we gave

Now you still want to grow up
No I want to remain as a growing cub
Forever and ever